Harm

As I watch the blood trickle down my arm,

I never meant to do you any harm.

I’d like to think somewhere deep down that you might miss me,

But I’m sure I’d be better off dead; I’m sure that you’d agree.

I wasn’t meant to be put here on this earth.

This isn’t my time or my place and I must rethink my worth.

So if you find me dead please don’t be alarmed.

Because I never meant to do you any harm.